Rainbow Linings

I keep looking for a rainbow lining…in an overcast sky.

Yet, the tears shed… blurred the lines.

Nature is testing me…I believe.

Must remember not all of paradise is lost.

Like the Red Tailed hawk…the heavens change direction from time to time.

I am a foot soldier to tempering diversity.

 

STAND

maxresdefault

What is old?  Is never new again!  As a country, we are moving further and further from love thy neighbor…and, falling fast into demonizing our differences!

I had forgotten how pivot Sly and the Family Stone had been for my childhood.  For my need to embrace diversity.

I had forgotten that is until the local indie station reminded me that Sly and the Family Stone’s…Stand had been added to the National Registry!

Being a band of musicians who were black and white, men and women, Sly and the Family
Stone embodied the promise and the pain of the country during the Sixties. They encountered
racism in many places they performed. They exemplified the youth of the counterculture
movement in embracing peace and empowering women.

How is it we have forgotten to STAND fifty years pass?  Where and when will all of us understand…it is our differences that make us the same.

What do you do
When you’ve done all you can
And it seems like it’s never enough?
And what do you say
When your friends turn away
And you’re all alone?
Tell me, what do you give
When you’ve given your all
And it seems like
You can’t make it through?

sly-and-the-family-stone-stand-1969-3-s

Well you just stand
When there’s nothing left to do
You just stand
Watch the lord see you through
Yes after you done all you can
You just stand

Tell me
How do you handle the guilt of your past?
Tell me, how do you deal with the shame?
And how can you smile
While your heart has been broken
And filled with pain?
Tell me what do you give
When you’ve given your all
Seems like you can’t make it through?

Child you just stand
When there’s nothing left to do
You just stand
Watch the Lord see you through

Yes, after you’ve done all you can
You just stand

Stand and be sure
Be not entangled in that bondage again
You just stand, and endure
God has a purpose
Yes, God has a plan

Tell me what do you do
When you’ve done all you can
And it seems like you can’t make it through
Child you just stand
You just stand

Don’t you dare give up…stand-banner-shorter

Through the storm – STAND.  Stand through the rain.  Through the hurt – STAND, jet through the pain.  Don’t you bow, and don’t bend – STAND.  Don’t give up, no, don’t give in, you just hold on, just be strong.  God will step in, and it won’t be long.

##Sly Stone

 

 

Homegrown Sunday

imageedit_123_6922999922

Unwittingly, what have I done…

With every quiet song not sung.
With every lucrative thought.
With every step I walk along and not, among.
Mindlessly, what have I done.
 ⇔
These days not for treading moderately.
A some Sunday, today.
Even now, as I walk,
Sunday’s wistful streets,
it is not myself that I greet.
 ⇔
imageedit_118_2661766797
With an outlook of flora and fauna.
There is no frenzy.
No need for rivalry.
A recluse traveler.
Worshiping wanderer.
 ⇔
Not an apple, nor a buck.
I am an indigenous woman.
Cherokee on bent knee.
In the middle,
only breed.
Pawning my blood to meet my needs.
imageedit_114_6092260073
In contrast, I walk between…
hallowed ground and…
vetted towns.
 ⇔
There is no sabbath in this,
the new frenzied silence.
Only falsehoods with an affiliation of dictating violence.
“Whether we walk among our people or alone among the hills, happiness in life's walking depends on how we feel about others in our hearts.” Anasazi- 7 Paths
“Whether we walk among our people or alone among the hills, happiness in life’s walking depends on how we feel about others in our hearts.”
Anasazi- 7 Paths

Rural Nation in Monochrome

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 

 

RURAL NATION

Caustic, a wrinkled delicacy wrapped in chowder.

Wanton for diversity, these colors are one.

Liberals living in shades of gray…when their day is done.

¿

Snow squalls

Pot holes

…visibility,  not towers but trees.

plaintiff…

north of exit seventeen.

Tan in a can.

Hash from a pan.

Single white female seeks a red necked man.

Heaven seeks earth,

in sustainable organic thirst.

¿

The nature of this form of art…

primitive but lasting

flavorful but stark.

Whimsical layered larks.

at-my-fingertips-1

“A poet’s monochrome is the difference between the things you want…and the things you have to do.”

-RandomwordbyRuth

(Old Depot, Franklin, New Hampshire)